Once upon a time there was a pair of pants. They were an essential kind of pants - jeans, naturally, blue but not that stiff, new blue you see so often on the first day of school.

We started being "we" before we were born.

I'm sorry you asked me out, she told him silently. Otherwise maybe I could have liked you.

You would hate this place. Wholesome, all-American people doing sports all day. High fives are common. I even witnessed a group hug. Sports cliches all day long.

I hope these Pants bring you... Courage? No, you have too much of that. Energy? No, you have way too much of that. Not love. You get and give loads as it is. Okay, how 'bout this? I hope they bring you good sense.

And someplace under that, she was sad that people like Bee and Kostos, who had lost everything, were still open to love, and she, who'd lost nothing, was not.

She would just stay here holding Bailey's hand for all time, so Bailey wouldn't be afraid there wasn't enough of it.

Bridget looked down at the Pants, grateful to have them. They meant support and they meant love, just as they'd all vowed at the beginning of the summer. But with Lena right her, right next to her, she almost didn't need them.

Still, the Pants promised us there was time. Nothing would be lost. There was all year if we needed it. We had all the way until next summer, when we would take out the Traveling Pants and, together or apart, begin again. Category:Children's books